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One thing I is virgin suicide
Shere Khan is something that the wind
The way I is like a bomb threat
meanin if you don't my doe
i'm a blow fa
You better have heat you hang with this villian
meaning that its when I'm chillin
the feelin'
Slipped down on a banana
I seen them on the floor with the blood's skeated to the

I was like yo how happen?
taylors down gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the time
can turn a of a wave into a flat line
my style don't pump no
it pump weed and gasoline, Nickitine
man ectasy can yo spleen
tell that to the freaky them jeans, know what I
It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the
And let my tigers hold the gin and
man i so much in blasphemy
but I do what the rap ask me
Have heart, hustle
have heart if you have muscle bite the punk ear in the

no love or passionate, weed in the face of the badest chick
yet spin a cd, I try not to get sleepy
on the when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
pocahantes makin money for me in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace like the
street ball court
rapinfied sayer
you be like man no favor, real poppa
I disappeare like Hopper
on Easter
pants in the starch to increase her

t shirts with the vestes
check it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor down the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and down like the peelin,
you got a scheme homie you dealin
man the tinted
the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its like Popeye with his
run around you playing tennis
and you aint finished
international keep the party crackin its pistachios
the freaks got it poppin like a fashion
a move with me birdy baby, grab the dough,
like a
i got a like a blind jacker
put a whole new six
at pole with the lock jaw
in the kitchen with the raw
you remind me of and do do stains,
man its the shitty dealer
dirty worm
collide like the sun and the moon
and I'm still of that room with the blood on the ceiling
ya feelin'
my taylors got me creepin
and rap
come through and leave you
and in
and leave my heart on the block the lost glock
in the bushes of wood man u did what you
with the you got are you cold or hot
put it down with the plot, and got
and went to jail naked in ya shoes and
left it up to ya woman man to ya rocks
and the freak turned the into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and hard
make my way to the bar and you are
Catch ya

Hey sister me some of them shoes